In the days of your childhood, when Granny was there,
And all things were truthful, and all things were fair;
You believed that your sin would be punished right soon 
You believed in the tale of the Man in the Moon.

And for picking up sticks on a Sunday, we knew,
He was sent to the Moon. But his dog followed too.
The master's been dead for full many a June,
But his old dog still mourns him  the Dog in the Moon.

If you do not believe me  and people are dull 
Just seek the right place when the moon is at full.
And you'll hear the dogs howling a dolorous tune 
'Tis the Earth dogs that answer the Dog in the Moon.